Towards Break Of Day
Was it the double of my dream The woman that by me lay Dreamed, or did we halve a dream Under the first cold gleam of day? I thought: "There is a waterfall Upon Ben Bulben side That all my childhood counted dear; Were I to travel far and wide I could not find a thing so dear.' My memories had magnified So many times childish delight. I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild. Even accusing Heaven because It had set down among its laws: Nothing that we love over-much Is ponderable to our touch. I dreamed towards break of day, The cold blown spray in my nostril. But she that beside me lay Had watched in bitterer sleep The marvelous stag of Arthur, That lofty white stag, leap From mountain steep to steep.
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"Was it the double of my dream..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Butler Yeats delivers a powerful performance in "Towards Break Of Day"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...